Well, I'm still a little nervous about my scratchy throat. No fever, I'm just concerned about it turning into a sinus infection or something with the pollen count so high. I'm not quite sure what to do about it.
I get my port-a-cath tomorrow. I know it will make chemo easier, but I'm not really thrilled about it. I can't stand the thought of knowing I'll be awake, numbed and sedated, but awake. I picture it like the dentist. They said I'd feel tugging, but no pain. I think the fear of pain is worse. I'll survive.
Jack was an absolute angel today. He made a happy plate at dinner, and shared half of his ice cream sandwich with me. He brought home an award from pre-school for reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. I'm so proud of him. He said it all by himself over the phone for Kevin tonight. He is growing up way too fast. I love him so much.
I received the sweetest card and inspirational book from my good friend, Blake, today. Thanks, Blakey! Fr. Henry and I had a very nice phone conversation. He is such a great listener, truly a joy to talk with. I love his quiet way. Several of you sent emails and texts, and I truly appreciate that. I was thrilled to reconnect with an old friend from my old church youth group today. Pretty cool.
Pray that my white cell count will be high enough for the procedure to go on as planned. Pray also for a simple procedure tomorrow morning and that Dr. Harrison will have steady hands guided by our Lord. I'd like to write something more inspirational, but I'm really tired right now. So, I'm going to listen to my body and go to bed.